THE KINKY POET

Honing my skills

My head is placed between your thighs I want to hone my skills, I love eating pussy, but I want to perfect my licking drills

Up and down, then side to side, some flicks and circles on your clit, my tongue running through it's moves, doing kinky work outs on your slit

Practice makes me perfect, I'm desperate to be the best, spread your legs a little wider, I want you to put my tongue to the test

I want to get drunk on your pussy's wine, I love it when your juices soak my face, being covered in you sex, makes my heartbeat pound and race

Ride my face and grind on me, push my head in tight, use my face as your throne, get yourself comfy for the night

Licking, probing, lapping, my teeth pulling on your moistened lips, drinking in your pussy's juice, taking your juice in little sips

Honing my licking skills, I hope to get better every night, I want to bring you pleasure, I'm just desperate to get it right

THE KINKY POET 

Leather cuffs

Leather cuffs around your wrists will hold you nice and tight, I'm gonna use you as I see fit, your bodies mine tonight

I'm gonna kiss you all over, leave marks on you when I bite, struggle all you want my sweet, the cuffs are nice and tight

Legs spread and secured, I can see the pink petals of your Rose, already it is glistening, I see your interest in tonight has rose

Little droplets of anticipation, form a small puddle on the bed, I move in closer to you, I'm kneeling by your head

I run my cock across your painted lips, I tell you to open wide, I run it around your mouth one last time then slide it deep inside

You hungrily suck my throbbing cock, I begin to thrust it in quite fast, I can only do this for a short while, I want the night to last

On your tits I drip hot wax, then I cool it down with ice, I know you love both ends of the extreme, you find the mixture of both hot and cold so nice

I run feathers down your body, I tickle your throbbing swollen clit, your juices are like a waterfall, their pouring out your juicy slit

I start to finger you real hard, I'm aiming to make you squirt, I call you loads of dirty names, you're my slutty little flirt

Time and time again you cum, you beg me to give you cock, eventually I submit to your request, it's has solid as a rock

I pound your pussy nice and hard, I want to make you scream, then only if you beg me nicely, I'll let you have my cream

Your bodies took a pounding, I see our juices blended in a pool as one, I undo your leather cuffs, our kinky night of sex is done

THE KINKY POET 

Chains and a riding crop

You can try your hardest but you won't escape this chain, you're secured in position, you're at my sexual mercy once again

I can do as I please, I can decide when to start or stop, the toy I've chosen to use tonight is a leather tipped riding crop

I'll run it up and down your body, following the shape of your sexy curves, flicking you intermittently to wake up all your sexy kinky nerves

Listening to you sigh and moan as the pain brings you sexual pleasure, watching your pussy moisten is a sight I'll always treasure

Each time the crop lands on you a little red mark starts to show, it gives me such a power trip, I feel my hard on grow

Your nipples are so tender now, I have to stop to have a suck, I throw the crop to the dungeon floor, I'm now desperate for a fuck

I climb in to position, I put my throbbing cock deep inside, you're still held down by my chains as I start to ride

THE KINKY POET 

Rainy fateful night

The ache I feel in my heart when I see you with him instead of me, heartbreaking reminders of why I set you free

It seemed such a good idea, all we seemed to do was always fight, I still remember how the door slammed on that rainy fateful night

We should have tried to talk it out, got things sorted put them right, then perhaps you'd be laying in my arms instead being with him every night

I can see you're very happy, I've seen you often laugh and smile, I wish I could just say hello, just be near you for a while

But I know that cannot be, still I wish with all my heart, I could have a second chance, I hate the fact our love has broke apart

I wonder do you ever think of me, do I ever cross your mind, I pray you think thoughts of us, of the nice and loving kind

We shared some really happy times, it wasn't always bad, do you think of the good times we had, before I made you sad

I only wish good things for you, even though we are now apart, still I'll have you always, as i carry your memories in my heart

THE KINKY POET 

Tonight

I hope you come into my dreams tonight, I've wanted you all day, I've thought of nothing else all day, thinking of you and kinky play

My body aches with desire, I have a firey need in me, so come tonight and quench my thirst, please hear my nighttime plea

Just the very thought of you, makes my cock throb at a hungry pace, I'm desperate to play with you, to be with you face to face

Kiss your beautiful lips, run my hungry hands across your skin, I want to take you throughout my night, indulge my need for sin

I want to see you in lingerie soft and of the deepest red, it's a vision I carry of you, you're picture's always in my head

My ravenous need takes over, you're all I want and need, I want to take you to ecstasy and share with you my creamy seed

So when I lay down and close my eyes I hope the moment that I sleep, you'll give me all I desire, when into my dream you creep

THE KINKY POET 

Consenting adults

Ok now it's time for dirty play but before we make each other scream, tell me all the things you'd  like to do, the stuff of which you only dream

All the dirty kinky things, the stuff that if you think of make you blush, I want to know every detail, so take your time my love don't rush

Tell me what you think about, when your having some special times, when you're alone playing with your toys, I want to put them into rhymes

Tell me do play out scenarios, do films form inside your mind, if so are they the really dirty type or are they of the most romantic, loving kind

I want to know your fantasies, what's the one thing you'd most love to try, don't be embarrassed tell me, I'll tell you the reason why

I want you to enjoy and experience all the things inside your head, you deserve the very best so I want to bring them to your bed

Bring you so much sexual pleasure, if you want I'll mix it with a little pain, I want you to fulfilled in every way, let me know what's in your brain

So open up just trust me, share the kinky secrets you keep within, we're both consenting adults, so let your secret kinky stuff begin

THE KINKY POET 

With great power comes great responsibility

Normally you stand before me but tonight you're on your knees, usually you give the orders but tonight I'll do as I please

Tonight I'm the one who'll get to choose, I get to decide how things get done, I can't believe I'm in charge, well at least until we greet the Sun

So I can choose your outfit, let's start with your underwear, I think I'll start with soft Red lace, no shock if I'm honest to be fair

Now do I want a dirty school girl or a sleazy kinky nun, I must say I like the feeling of such power, it really is quite fun

What about a Pirate wench or a dirty twist on a Disney type princess, like Snow white crossed with a sleazy whore, something like that more or less

Or perhaps I'll just keep you in your sexy, lacey underwear so I don't waste any of my time, so I've got easy access to your body and to pussy's wine

So many things running in my head, I just don't know what to do, with great power comes great responsibility, when I'm in charge instead of you

THE KINKY POET

The special place

Her pussy feels like heaven, it fits around me like a glove, it really is the most perfect place, it is the place I love

Nestled in between her thighs, often hidden beneath some soft Red lace, a little slice of heaven, a truly special place

I call it her perfect Chalice if I'm at it sipping on her wine, my tongue not missing a single drop, I need to make it mine

Or sometimes she's my flower, a gorgeous perfect Rose, her petals are often covered in dew, as her interest in me grows

It truly is such a special place, there's no place I'd rather be, moulded by the pussy God's, especially for me

No matter what I touch it with, my fingers, tongue or dick, she's always so inviting, her juices are always running warm and slick

I say thanks for your pussy, I pay homage to that special place, now kindly climb across me and lower that gorgeous pussy to my face

THE KINKY POET 

Bump and grind

The moment I think about you my heart begins to race, In my mind I see your gorgeous curves and your pretty face

I think of my hands touching you, tracing the outlines of your skin, mapping every part of you, but where do I begin

Do I start at your feet, moving up your thighs to find your Rose, or do I start at your head by kissing your lovely button nose

I'd start at the nape of your neck and run soft kisses down your spine, once I was at your bottom I'd roll you over to sip your wine

My digits would slide in slowly, I'd add them one by one, I'd slowly finger fuck you, whilst I'm flicking with my tongue

Then I'd climb between your legs and slide my cock inside, you raise yourself with each stroke, you spread your soaking pussy open wide

All this starts from just one thought, you're forever on my mind, instantly I want you, I now need some bump and grind

THE KINKY POET 

Playtime

The house is very quiet, you've got a naughty, sexy poem on your phone, you've had a lovely hot shower, it's time for playtime on your own

Comfy on your great big bed, your wearing Red lace lingerie, just a nod to your kinky poet, whilst you are at play

Laid out before are all the toys you need for fun, a selection of stimulators, designed to please your pussy and your bum

Getting yourself warmed up you read the kinky poem on your phone, you close your eyes and imagine me as your hands begin to roam

Hands slowly sliding past your lingerie, your pussy's already dripping wet, you stroke it for a short while but there's more play to have just yet

You reach for your nipple clamps, you like a little pain, you're now laying in a damp patch, where your pussy's poured like rain

The tingle on your swollen clit, as you quiver and start to cum, is made even more intense by the love beads up your bum

You cry out your fantasies name, your playtime now is done, you clean up then drift off to sleep, desires are sated, you now await to greet the Sun

Sound in the knowledge you'll easily reach your sexual peek, because you'll get more playtime tomorrow, as you're on your own this week

THE KINKY POET